Jett was not a fan of the core. To clean, to many rules and laws. He especially didn't like Coruscant. The level after level of cities stacked atop one another. People packed in on one another. Corruption, murder, treachery were rampant. Then there were the criminals. It was like Nar Shaddaa, except less gambling, pretty slave girls, and the Hutt odor.
Much as the Orcolan disliked being in the core. He was also hardly in a place to refuse a paying gig. Especially a gig that paid in favors as well as coin. With that in mind, Jett now stood in the armory of the Corellian embassy. Looking over the meager offerings left over by the security firm for which he was now replacing to finish a job.
The task left undone by the firm was to enter the tunnels below the embassy and rid them of whatever pests were blocking the tunnel's exit. Should the need arise for the Ambassador to flee out the back, rather then face the mob or the news outlets. It sounded simple enough, but then the firm quit the job suddenly. Stating the the job wasn't work the risk. Apparently they were not as hungry as an Orc.
@Faded